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When I ran the _Belle_ out of the little inlet in which I had moored her I found that the wind had been increasing, and the waves were really quite savage. My first solicitude was in regard to the ruffians in Waddie's boat; for, whatever they deserved in the way of punishment, it was terrible to think of their being engulfed in the raging waters. I soon obtained a view of them. They had lowered the sail, and were tossing madly about on the waves. Of course, the craft was no longer under control, if it had been since the rogues embarked in her, and she appeared to be drifting rapidly toward the land.
The line of the shore in this part of the lake extended about northwest and southeast. Without knowing anything at all about a boat, the conspirators against the peace and dignity of Waddie Wimpleton had run out from the wharf, keeping the wind on the beam. Doubtless, the furious movements of the boat astonished them. It must have shaken them up to a degree they had never before experienced; but they were reckless fellows, and perhaps believed that this was the ordinary behavior of a boat when the breeze was fresh.